The uneven surface of small bumps and plains
Irregular burnt colour has caught it in the main
Sturdy and unattractive to look and hold
To spread or place food upon it, is only for the bold
It has many rivals, water and Hovis
With purpose to remain firm and crisp
Until that first bite, usually through cheese
The explosion of cracker, a simple palate to please
Devastation of what remains is left to chance
Cracks in the flooring, now a skill of balance
Too much pickle and it's a sticky end
This fragmented snack - lovely - drives me round the bend.
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